"The werewolf is about to lose!" Ye Xiwen suddenly said faintly.
Before Ye Xiwen's words had even faded, the old man behind them let out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh like a night owl.
"Hahaha, how laughable! Human boy, aren't you changing your tune a little too quickly? Did you truly see Fifth Heartbreak's strength, and that's why you no longer dare to say it?" The old man smiled sinisterly. "Fifth Heartbreak's strength is indeed impressive, but that werewolf's strength is probably far greater than his!"
"That's right. Bloodthirsty Hunter currently has the advantage. Where did you see that Bloodthirsty Hunter was going to lose?"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, many people immediately echoed him. They had no favorable impression of this human boy who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Exactly. How ridiculous. The two sides are evenly matched right now, and Fifth Heartbreak is being held back. No matter what, how could anyone tell that Bloodthirsty Hunter is about to lose?"
"That's right! Bloodthirsty Hunter is stronger, and more importantly, although Fifth Heartbreak's Sun-Shooting Archery is formidable, so long as he does not face it head-on, there should be no possibility of defeat!"
Everyone spoke up in ridicule. Although they could not yet tell who would win, since this hateful boy had said Bloodthirsty Hunter would lose, they naturally had to explain why Bloodthirsty Hunter could not lose.
In truth, that was entirely possible. Both sides possessed strength that could reach the heavens and shake the earth. Precisely because of that, either one could win. To them, it was like a gamble—betting on who would emerge victorious.
A trace of disdain flashed across Ye Xiwen's lips. "Summer insects cannot be told of ice. There is nothing to say to fools like you!"
"What?